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Ford didn't feel even the slightest bit tired as his mate stripped him naked in ten seconds flat.

Ford headed toward the bed, Jack walking so closely behind him that he nearly tripped. Then Jack pushed his boxers down his legs but before Ford had a chance to take a look at his now naked mate, he was moving him onto the bed.

They lay down on their sides, facing each other, while Jack kissed him, his hands roamed over his body, brushing and rubbing and squeezing and bringing the burning inside him to a new level of steam.

For his part, he gave as good as he got, rubbing Jack's chest and back, feeling the strong muscles in his shoulders and arms. When Jack curled one leg over his and he could really reach him, he stroked his thigh and knee.

When Jack once again blocked Ford's hand from trailing down his abdomen, he huffed. "Why not?"

He kissed him, hard. "I don't want to come in your hand, honey. I want to be inside you. And I'm so close right now, the slightest touch could set me off."

He gave an embarrassed laugh. "Same here!"

"All right. Then let's get on with it."

Ford whined.

"Impatient." Jack brushed his hand up and down his torso and finally, finally cupped his bump.

Ford moaned. "Yes."

"We need to cool off." Jack's hand slid over his hip and between his butt cheeks. Two fingers rubbed on either side of his hole.

Ford tensed, his hips pushing forward as Jack's head lowered. He took a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking as Jack continued to stroke and probe.

Ford's breaths came hard, each one pulled from him as he struggled against the tension tightening his body.

"Come for me, sweetie," Jack whispered in her ear. "You're almost there. Let go."

Ford sucked in another breath, unable to speak. Jack pushed his fingers in more, finding that cluster that made Ford bark.

Ford hung on the edge, not breathing, not moving, his body tight as he waited.

Then he exploded.

His breath gusted out of him, his eyes squeezed shut, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him.

And still, he could feel Jack's fingers, pushing, massaging, feel Jack's mouth on his breast and his throat and chin.

When he opened his eyes, Jack was gazing at him.

Ford's voice sounded raspy when he said, "That's a good start. Now I want you inside of me."

Jack said huskily. "Bossy bottom."

Ford blushed a little at his words but raised himself up to take him inside of him.

As he lowered himself onto him, he felt himself stretching.

Jack's eyes fluttered shut, head tipping back. "You feel so good."

Jack pressed his cheeks apart then slid his fingers, cold and wet with lube, over his stretched hole outlining his cock and Ford shivered.

Between his fingers and Jack deep inside him, his arse muscles clenched.

"Breathe," Jack said. "Breathe, and it'll feel better."

Ford took an experimental breath and then another, as Jack pushed further inside him.

Meanwhile, he moaned, inarticulate noises that sounded like he was about to come any second.

"So tight." Jack slid an arm around his waist and leaned over. "I'm all the way inside you. Nothing's ever felt so good before."

Jack slid out a little and then pushed back inside, the generous amount of lube making the stroke smooth and painless.

Jack grunted. "As good as that feels, I can think of something better."

He gripped Ford's hips, altering their angle.

"If you come now, I won't be able to hold back."

Ford felt Jack's warm breath against his shoulder as he answered. "Me either."

"Can't help it," he managed to say. His abdomen tightened, his thighs tensing.

"Ah, gods," Jack moaned.

"Now," Ford moaned. "Now, please now."

Jack lowered his head and clamped his teeth around Ford's shoulder.

In his last moment of conscious thought, Ford leaned forward and bit Jack's shoulder.

They flew apart.

The world became a blue-black expanse, his brain flooded with pleasure, any words or even thoughts crowded out by the ecstasy, the blinding, deafening ecstasy that grabbed them and held Ford as his body pulsed and throbbed.

Stars floated around them, a golden glow.

It wasn't until Ford took a breath that he realized he'd stopped breathing. It wasn't until he opened his eyes that he knew he'd had them squeezed shut.

Ford carefully extracted his teeth from Jack's flesh.

His face looked blushed with desire as he blinked away the spots still swimming in his eyes.

Then he leaned forward, face against his throat, and let him take all of his weight.

He had nothing left to offer or fear, nothing at all.

And yet in Jack's warm embrace he had everything.